Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-12-02

ing at the Waterville Depot, where. by
previous appointment. We found Mr.. c. II. |
Nelson, the noted turf-man, In waiting for
US, who should We see there'upon the plat
form but Mr.. W. II. Turner. our well
known marble worker of this city, who has
carried on branch works at Wateryille for
some time. and whose business takes him
to that town quite frequently. So there
We were, all three of us.
.'Get in said Mr.. Nelson.
NO. replied Mr.. Turner, Iii don't sort
O. look as though you had room for
another enc. Hod," as he turned away.
'.Oh get in, get in" said Mr.. Nelson,
plenty of room and We are all small o. :.
don't be fooling; I'm in hurry"
"You are always In hurry, answered
Mr.. Turner. getting in, land you've got to
stop it or you'l II wear out before your time.
But" he said. in lower tone. as he turned
round to US as We sat on the other side Of
Mr.. Nelson. who was driving, sits no use
to say anything to Hold about it: he will
do just as he's mind to-
And We whirled round rapidly and drove
away. But Is We did so. Mr.. Nelson did
not take the usual street leading from the
passenger station, but drove way up by
the old freight depot across and between
the tracks and out towards the part of
Main street near where the old passenger
depot used to stand.
Now here. sam" said Mr.. Turner, lis
what | call perfect horse; and if you're
going down to Sunnyside, want you to
notice her going, and then tell me what
you think of my opinion" We had known
for a long time there were few better
judges of a horse than "Will," AS our boys
call him, and for "A longer time than We
have known him have also realized that
the perfect horse Is not an easy animal to
find so We concluded to make few
mental notes of our little study of this fine
driver.
Now remember that We were leaving the
depot not by the street usually taken but
by an unfreqnented,o out of the way corner
'
pose, because it was little nearer to go
that way, and Mr.. Nelson was in "hurry,"
as he had said. On getting into the wagon,
and just as our driver had started off, we
had only noticed that the horse was full
of life and spirit. She didn't seem afraid,
because word or two from Mr.. Nelson
would quiet her down gently; but she
was beating all over with power and vim
and spirit. Her motion was as rapid as
thought; the strideaway gait was sweep
ing and powerful, and the whole body was
alive with energy. out near the street
shifting engine vas at work with half a
dozen freight ears. and Mr.. Nelson, speak
ing low "whoa girl" occasionally to the
horse. and keeping tight rein. scOOted
out between an old building and this
freight train, up to within three feet of the
engine, the horse ali the time going at a
fast trot, and out, Immediately in front of
the engine, into the street. Once there,
the reins Slackened, they dropped loosely
over her back. a gentle whoa girl" gave
her to understand what her driver wanted,
and she settled down into Il sort Of go-to-
mill, farmhouse jog.
There" said Mr.. Turner, who with us
had been watching the movements of this
spirited horse in a strange place close to
locomotive engine, and which had all
occurred within less time than We have
been telling it, mo horse would behave
so well under these circumstances unless
it was a perfect one"
And we began to think so too.
The horse was the celebrated mare
Young Rolfe (2.2l l-4,) by Tom Rolfe
(2.3i IL, out of Knox Girl, by General
Knox, her second dam being Gretchen by
the thoroughbred Gideon. SO far as
breeding or pedigree is concerned the com
bination Of blood in Aubine is such as
would almost make a perfect horse. As
we logged along through the mud, for it
had been raining that morning, We could
but admire her movement. She was all
style and that of the best. Her legs slim,
strong and handsome; gait free, easy
and open, a going" gait, and a strong
one; body round,,and compact; neck, head
and ears. all shapely and full of grace:
her weight about $50 pounds. jogging
along there one would think her fine
styled, promising farmers horse; she
would stop if spoken too. even in low
could drive her, she would stand when
you wanted her to. and--oh, how she
would go" when she knew you wanted
her to. Perfectly broken. and of rich
color, what could prevent her from being
"perfect:"
''What is her record:'
s'Well." replied Mr.. Nelson. .'she made
2.2l II ut Lewiston at State Fair last fall,
and mind you, I'm going to ride after her
next fall inside of twenty" and you be
there to tell me of it 80
And so here is your perfect horse; one
possessing all the qualities We have
mentioned above, added to a good dispo-
sition. and the power to go with ease and
spirit full mile inside of two-twenty
You don't take anybody's dust wheu YOU
go to meeting or to mill with such mare.
Who will better define the ''perfect
horse" Mr. Turner, You were about
right; Mr.. Nelson. you have a rare prize
in the jewel of a five year old, the pet
beauty of the horse-fiesh world. "Aubine."
The National Grange.
The recent holding of the annual session
of this great farmers organization has
ap,i, CALLED attention tn tho wonderful